But cheats the soul of heavenly things, Grew the forbidden food; Our mother took the poison there, HYMN 151. L. M. Islington. [*] WAS by an order from the Lord, "TW The ancient prophets spoke his word; His spirit did their tongues inspire, And warm'd their hearts with heavenly fire. 2 The works and wonders which they wrought, Confirm'd the messages they brought; The prophet's pen succeeds his breath, To save the holy words from death. e 3 Great God, mine eyes with pleasure look On the dear volume of thy book; There my Redeemer's face I see, HYMN 152. C. M. Bedford. [*] e 1 NOT Which God on Sinai spoke ; o 2 But we are come to Zion's hill, Where milder words declare his will, e 3 Behold th' innumerable host 5 The saints on earth, and all the dead. All join in Christ their living head, o 6 In such society as this, My weary soul would rest: The man who dwells where Jesus is, e 1 HYMN 153. C. M. Reading. [b] SIN -The only balm is sovereign grace, e 2 Our beauty and our strength are fled, o But Christ, the Lord, recals the dead, With his almighty breath. e 3 Madness, by nature, reigns within, -Till God's own Son, with skill divine, e 4 (We lick the dust, we grasp the wind, -Such is the folly of the mind, e 5 We give our souls the wounds they feel, o And rush with fury down to hellBut heaven prevents the fall. 6 (The man possess'd among the tombs, Cuts his own flesh, and cries: o He foams and raves,'till Jesus comes, And the foul spirit flies.) 1 HYMN 154. L. M. Armley. [b*] "W HERE are the mourners,' saith the Lord, 'Who wait and tremble at my word'Who walk in darkness all the day? Come, make my name your trust and stay. 2 (No works, no duties of your own, Can for the smallest sin atone; 'The robes that nature may provide, 'Will not your least pollutions hide. 3 The softest couch that nature knows, 'Can give the conscience no repose: o 'Look to my righteousness, and live; 'Comfort and peace are mine to give.) -4 'Ye sons of pride, who kindle coals 'With your own hands, to warm your souls, 'Walk in the light of your own fire, "Enjoy the sparks that ye desire :e 5 This is your portion at my hands,'Hell waits you with her iron bands; a 'Ye shall lie down in sorrow there, 'In death, and darkness, and despair.' e 1 HYMN 155. C. M. Tunbridge. [b] 1L Christ our Passover. O, the destroying angel flies To Pharaoh's stubborn land! The pride, the flower of Egypt dies, By his vindictive hand. o 2 He pass'd the tents of Jacob o'er, Nor pour'd the wrath divine; He saw the blood on every door, And bless'd the peaceful sign. -3 Thus the appointed Lamb must bleed, To break th' Egyptian yoke; o Thus Israel is from bondage freed, e 4 Lord, if my heart were sprinkled too -5 Jesus, our passover, was slain, o Freedom from Satan's heavy chain, And God's avenging sword. 1 HYMN 156. C. M. Plymouth. [b] I HATE the tempter, and his charms, The serpent takes a thousand forms, 2 He feeds our hopes with airy dreams, And holds us still in wide extremes, 3 Now he persuades, How easy 'tis To walk the road to heaven; Anon he swells our sins, and cries, They cannot be forgiven. 4 (He bids young sinners, Yet forbear For prayer and grave devotion are 5 He tells the aged, They must die, In vain for mercy now they cry, e 6 Thus he supports his cruel throne, And drags the sons of Adam down 07 Almighty God, cut short his power; And that he vex the earth no more, HYMN 157. C. M. Reading. [b] The Same. OW Satan comes with dreadful roar, 1 NOW Satan comes He worries whom he can't devour, o 2 Ye sons of God, oppose his rage; -Thus did our dearest Lord engage, e 3 Now he appears almost divine, -But the old serpent lurks within, o 4 Fly from the false deceiver's tongue, e Our parents found the snare too strong; Nor should the children try. e 1 HYMN 158. L. M. Geneva. Babylon. [b] Few Saved: or, The Almost Christian. BR ROAD is the road that leads to death, But wisdom shews a narrow path, With here and there a traveller. d 2 Deny thyself and take thy cross, 1 How vile is our degen'rate race, And our first father's name. -2 From Adam flows our tainted blood,— 4 We live estrang'd afar from God, With haste we run the dang'rous road, e 5 And can such rebels be restor❜d! o Let sinners see thy glory, Lord, And feel this power of thine. o 6 We raise our Father's name on high, Who his own Spirit sends, o To bring rebellious strangers nigh, And turn his foes to friends. 1 HYMN 160. L. M. Armley. [*] 1L Custom in Sin. ET the wild leopards of the wood |